Glowing Dusk

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William Shakespeare (1564-1616) : "Sonnet LXXIII"

That time of year thou mayst in me behold

When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang

Upon those boughs which shake against the cold,

Bare ruined choirs where late the sweet birds sang. 

In me thou see'st the twilight of such day

As after sunset fadeth in the west,

Which by and by black night doth take away, 

Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.

In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire

That on the ashes of his youth doth lie,

As the death-bed whereon it must expire,

Consumed with that which it was nourished by.

      This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more

            strong,

      To love that well which thou must leave ere long. 

  

From "Sonnets"
Shakespeare's Sonnets

A Sky Away

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This Morning

High in the sky

you found me this morning

seeking your eyes

gave a kiss to the creek


Wet to the knees

I walked the horizon

paving the way

with stony love songs

             

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Tallis: Spem In Alium

Love Notes

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Sandor Weores (1913 - 1989): "Rain"

The rain's pounding away

         at the rusty eaves.

Twirling, sliding bubbling foam -

         well, that's rain.


You too, and I should walk now

         as free as that

on cloud, on air, the meadow

         and the vapor roads.


Move around up there and here below

        like this liquid thing,

flowing into human life on rooftops

       and on shoes.




From: Czeslaw Milosz - A Book of Luminous Things
           An International Anthology of Poetry

Translated from the Hungarian by J. Kessler 
Harcourt Brace & Company, 1996